SRS... you should post about such things as the ABS light being on. Mine came on three weeks after the warranty expired and I drove my truck for 11 years and Ford gave me a good price on the trade-in. Fact is, if the brakes are working it's the sensor that's messed up and that don't cost no $1300. ABS is not required by law here anyway. And we have a lot more icey weather in which ABS is a good thing than you have.

Take a look at the inspection report... does it have a checklist box for the ABS? Mine does not have one.

There are two types of spontaneous amputation. One is caused by an untreated pathological condition, such as diabetes or gangrene. In fact a case of spontaneous gangrenous amputation in New York City was reported in a recent issue of the Archives of Surgery; it was notable because the condition had remained unreported and untreated for six months in a large city.1

However another class of spontaneous amputation (called "sponamp" by the medical profession) has long been recognized but, like the proverbial "crazy Uncle Harry" has not been discussed or studied. This type (which has two sub-types) occurs in otherwise healthy people and until recently, as noted above, was neither studied nor discussed. The June issue of Zeitung der seltsamen medizinischen Studien has changed all that.

The first type of sponamp (or "Type I") was long considered to be caused by evil spirits or demonic possession. Studies at the Frankfurt-Hochschule der unverschämten medizinischen Studien have taken another look at these assumption and have found that sponamp is probably an auto-immune reponse. In simplified terms, the body "casts away" a part to which it has become allergic. No body part seems exempt, and in one case reported from an unnamed beach in France an umbilicus, propelled by an overabundance of flatulence, struck and killed a seagull over 100 meters distant. A genetic component is suspected and research is on-going.

Type II sponamp has a different cause. Type II seems to be the body's reaction of shame and disgust. In Type II, the part falls away because its actions have caused the rest of the body to reject it because of something it has done. This is sometimes called the "If You Don't Stop Doing That It Will Fall Off" type. In t the majority of cases the body part involved is the brain, followed by the mouth and lips. This seems to be particularly endemic among politicians and members of the media.

Types I and II sponamp are now thought to be far more common than previously suspected, primarily due to sociocultural factors such as the wearing of clothing.

Investigations continue at medical schools and research centers around the world.

I am so glad someone is taking some responsibility for the Epic Paean to the Numbers of Mom besides me. Remember, it's not the quality of the lines, but their quantity which counts. How could you count quality, anyway? Pirsig went crazy just thinking about it!

His powder is so try it nearly blew away in a sneeze, and his long rifle's bent in the middle and his lead balls gone green. We oughta rustle him up a plate of them turnidite things with pepper sauce, you betchum! And all the trimmings and tips, too.

I forgot - gnu - my ex had his turbinites trimmed during surgery to remove his tonsils. The doctor packed the nose completely full of gauze, avoiding the problem you're having. Ex pulled it out a couple of days later.

Turns out turbinites are erectile tissue. No wonder he always got a stuffy nose during sex. . .

Random parts falling off in the grocery store would be amputation - decapitation would be losing your head in the grocery store. Just so we're clear on that.

I'll see your hot water heater and raise you the Chevy truck brake ABS computer. I realized yesterday that I'd forgotten to get the annual inspection for the truck in May, and this ABS/Brake light had started coming on sometimes in the last week. So I took it to the Chevy dealer, figuring they'd top the brake fluid and do the state inspection. They replaced the brake ABS computer for $1300 and charged another $50 for the inspection. Ouch! ouch! ouch! ouch! ouch! ouch! ouch! ouch! ouch! ouch!

Well, spontaneous decapitation is one of the things I hope none of Mom's kids ever has happen to them. I don't think I'd enjoy it. Walking down the aisle in the store, perusing the pasta, and your head falls off or some other body part drops to the floor -- embarrassing, to say the least.

Because the insulted nerves are small and packed together and therefore scream the louder to makeup for it. The contrast is much more vivid when 98% of your body is reporting normal, systems go, and 2% or less thinks a catastrophe is going on.

Hi Mom! I got a boo-boo yesterday - was ctting the limb off the apple tree that I've been meaning to get rid of for about 5 years (yes, I know - procrastination) and managed to ram a splinter up the side of my pinky....bled like a stuck pig and hurts like a paper cut!

The blue Gnu knows that the new Gnu-nose Is redder than the reddest rose And Gnu is blue with his new nose, 'tis true. But this sad news e'en he will own, The Gnu's new nose may not be blown And will be old news before it e'er he blew. 'Til then the Gnu's new nose Is new news for the first of Gnus ANd newly blue, he bloweth not And Gnu only knows what his nose doth wot.

That sucks! The worst part of this is no blows. And, I was given enough gauze for 7 bandages and enough tape for 5 bandages and I have used 2 in 4 hrs... I will need a bandage on for at least 24 hrs (maybe for 2 - 3 days according to the fact sheet they give you AFTER surgery. Odd they don't tell a person that ahead of time. If I didn't have these in stock, I would have to take a taxi to get them. Incompetence I say. I did request the painkiller and nasal spray prescriptions prior to surgery day for that reason.

1. A 50 gallon water heater has busted. The plumber cometh tomorrow. 2. The blower motor in my car, which blows both heated air in the winter and the cooled air in the summer, has croaked. 3. I have rope burns or something on my neck.

On the other hand, if gnu is a commie meteorologist who specializes in precipitation he could be a genuine Red Know Rain, Dear.

It was turbinate reduction surgery... snippy-snippy up the nostrils on the septum. There's no pain. She said it would be painful on accouta she cauterizes the wounds. There was pain right after I woke up in recovery but the dilaudid took that away along with my sense of reality. Had I know it would make me looooopy, dizzy and nauseated and make me sweat I would have refused it... I did ask the nurse if it would make me loopy and dizzy and she said "No. You'll be fine."

I asked the nurse in the post recovery how long I would be loopy and she said "About an hour so you should feel better anytime now." An hour later, I asked another nurse the same question and she said "At least 4 hours." She gave me gravol. At three hours I almost fell as I got in the chair to be wheeled to the taxi. When I almost fell getting into a chair at the front door the nurse decided to stay with me until I got in the taxi.

An hour ago, the ceiling stopped falling and I could read. I'm still spacey but there isn't much pain. I guess they tell you it's gonna hurt in case it does... and it may yet... who nose?

Them wherewoolies are tricky, depending on which end of where you approach. I knew a ganother ganu who headed up from downwind to a wherewooly once, it browsing upwind, and he coming up behind. Wal, the herbs in that patch was silver-tipped foxwrinkle, which doesn't sit well in da wherewooly's intestinal tract, if you take my meaning. One bad blow and the poor ganu was out like a light. So you nevair mind that, mon voyageur, just you stay in dem clean seets and wink at dem purdy nurses til they telling you 's okay to move aboot, eh?

Crap. The Dumont (locally known as the French hospital) called and told me to present at 9:00 instead of 7:45. I gotta fast from midnight on so that's an extra bit of thirsty for me. I don't care about grub but water? Crap.

I suppose 1h15m ain't much when you consider the fact that my referral to the surgeon was faxed on July 13, 2009! But it's a free op eh on accounta I got CanuckCare eh! I hear youse have ObamaCare, Good luck with that eh.

I get to go to the French hospital on accounta I am half Acadian. And I can speak to the Acadian nurses. The ones from La Belle Province are hard to understand, even for the Acadian nurses.

Take no notice of strange posts over the next few days (or in the past for that matter) as I may be loop-de-loop. I had two parotidectomies (cell phones DO cause tumours... I don't give a shit about studies) and refused the morphine and never took the Tylenol 3s as pain doesn't bother me a lot - I don't like being loopy. However, I think this is gonna be a sumbitch on accounta cauterization of the wounds is required. Time will tell.

Probably rather be probed. Them there French nurses... well, I went out with one at uni... nuff said.

There's a little country kitchen cafe alongside of I-17 north where it leaves the wasteland of Phoenix and climbs up into High Desert under the shadows of Mingus Mountain, just north of Bloody Basic. The place is called Rock SPrings, and they serve to-die-for country breakfasts. They also have a pie-making racket. Their apple crunch is the most beautiful apple pie ever to grace our sorry planet--a top coat of crunchy crust,butter-ricjh and sprinkled with chopped nuts, and a rich apple filling that melts in your mouth. I always get one when I am passing through on my way to Gramma's place up in Cottonwood. MmmmmMMMM! it is the finest apple-pie eating ever.

I am back from my interstellar travels with the Venusian-Klingon Klezmer Rock band. A very profitable tour. Raparre showed up at one of the concerts but he had to be turned out as he kept making vile suggestions about colo-rectal examinations he had undergone or was volunteering for. I think he was confused about the venue.